[Exit.

Actus Quintus.

(SCENE 1.)

Enter Lady Marlowe sola.

Lady.  Twas[122] here about; these are the poplars, this
The yewe he named.  How prettily thees trees
Bow, as each meant to Consecrate a branch
To the drownd lovers! and, methinks, the streame
Pitt[y]ing their herse should want all funerall rights,
Snatches the virgin lillies from his bankes
To strow their watry sepulcher.  Who would
Desire an easier wafting to their death
Then through this River? what a pleasing sound
Its liquid fingers, harping on the stones,
Yeilds to th’admiring eare!

    Enter Thorowgood, Clariana, and Magdalen.

Mag.  This way she went, Ime sure.  She has deliv[er’]d
So many strang distractions that I feare
Sheele act some wilfull violence on her selfe
If we prevent it not.

Cla.  Yonder is somebody among the Trees Hard by the River:  alasse, tis shee!

Tho.  Come softly; if she heare our footing, her disp[aire May] anticipate our diligence.

Lady.  Tempt me not, frailty:  I disdaine revolt
From ought the awfull violence of my will
Has once[123] determind.  Dost thou tremble, flesh? 
Ile cure thy ague instantly:  I shall,
Like some insatiate drunkard of the age,
But take a cup to much and next day sleepe
An hower more then ordinary.

Tho.  Heaven and good Angells guard you!

Cla.  My deare Mother!

Mag.  My gratious Lady!

Lady.  What inhumaine creatures
Are you that rob me of the priviledge
Of wellcome death, which I will run to meet
Spight of your malice!

Tho.  Oh decline those thoughts;
Let not the lucid tapers of your soule,
Bright grace and reason, fondly be extinct. 
Essentiall virtue, whether art thou fled,
To what unknowne place? wert thou hid mongst ro[cks]
Or horid grots where comfortable light
Hates to dispence its luster, yet my search
Should find thee out, reduce thee to this brest
Once[124] thy lovd Paradice.  Pray, madam, pray: 
From those faire eyes one penetentiall teare
Would force whole legions of heavens brightest Sa[ints]
If they have power to intercede for earth
To beg for mercy for you.

Lady.  These are toyes
Forgd to delude mortality:  let me die
And afterwards my uncontroled Ghost
Shall visitt you.  I only goe and aske
How my Belisia does enioy her health
Since she exchangd her native ayre of earth
For those dull regions.  If I find the clime
Does to our constitutions promise life,
Ile come to you and in those happy shades
Will live in peace eternally.

[[125]_Cla_.  Alas,
I feare shees Irrecoverable.  Twas
Ill don to affright her thus.

Mag.  Expect the best:  The Gentleman will perswade her.